Overworked: An Office Reverse Harem Romance

by Dark Angel

  “Now you come for me,” I tell him with a wicked grin, my voice still trembling from the orgasm he just gave me. I put my feet on either side of his chest, angling myself above him to press my dripping wet pussy to his face. Then, I grab his cock with both of my hands and angle it upward, aiming it straight at my eager mouth. I’m literally licking my lips in the moments before his in my mouth; that’s how much I crave Jake’s cock inside me.

  I dive onto his cock at once, opening my mouth as wide as I can and taking all of his cock inside me. Sucking and stroking at the same time, just like I was doing before, I ravage his cock, and I do it while he ravages my pussy, his mouth working on me with all of his fury. Sure, he’s going to come, but I most certainly feel another orgasm already setting sail inside my body to take over my senses.

  His mouth keeps working his magic but I can’t keep up with him; he’s doing me in with the compounded orgasms from before and how good his mouth feels now. With a wet pop, I pull Jake’s cock out of my mouth and stroke it, breathing deeply while I try to catch my breath. He might be winning this round...or am I? Hard to tell at this point. Lust pulses through my body, electric lust sparking through me to a point where I feel myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm and I know that any moment, I’ll be pushed off the erotic cliff into utter blissful madness.

  Jake knows I’m close to an orgasm; he knows my body and what I want better than I do, he’s proven that on more than one occasion, and he presses a finger to my ass, then another, scissoring them to stretch my ass and bring back the sensations he created when he fucked me so hard and so deep. I love the sensation of his mouth on my pussy.

  “Jacob,” I moan as he stretches his fingers inside my ass, my insides burning up as he starts fingering it while licking my pussy. “Oh, God, yes!” The words are swallowed, drowned out by lust as an orgasm pulls me under and takes me over.

  Both my pussy and ass clench around him, the muscles contracting as the orgasm shoots through my body and makes every inch of me feel like molten lust courses through my veins. I run my pussy down the length of his face before I come back to his cock and sheath him inside me, my hands grasping the mattress firmly. His hands go to my ass and clutch me, holding me tight as I start to ride him.

  I squeeze him with my inner muscles, desperate for his cock to unload inside me. I know he can’t resist much longer. I hear a low moan rise from his throat and I know I’ve got him now.

  I look back at him over my shoulder, grabbing one of his hands and dragging his fingers to my clit. I hold his hand there against me so that he can feel how much I’m trembling and shaking while riding him.

  Plus, when he starts working faster circles on my clit, I throw my head back and moan loudly, and that makes his cock jerk inside me. I feel it then, hot jets of cum shooting inside my pussy. I squeeze around him with my inner walls and milk out as much cum as I can before I go to lift myself off of him, turning around quickly to take him in my mouth. I taste my cum and his cum together and I moan, the vibration making his cock twitch in my mouth. I open my mouth and lap my tongue around the head while he keeps shooting ropes of cum onto my tongue. His fingers scoop up some of my cum from my pussy and I watch him as he rubs it on his tongue. Lapping up the rest of the cum from his cock, I bring my mouth to his and kiss him. Our cum melds together on our tongues, mixing and tasting delicious, and I love that the man I love is kissing me and sharing our cum.

  He breaks away from the kiss to breathe and looks down at my face, watching my expression as he pinches and pulls on my nipples. His hips begin to thrust in time with my grinding, rubbing his cock up and down against my pussy slowly. I know we're far from done. My back arches and my fingers dig into his skin. I need to be fucked by him, need to have his cock inside me again. I feel his hot breath against my ear as he leans down and bites my earlobe.

  “I love you, Layla,” Jake says in a warm, rich voice that practically feels like honey poured over my skin.

  He enters me as the words leave his lips, his cock sliding inside me inch by inch until he is fully inside me, stretching me with his cock. The way that he feels sinking inside me, all 12 inches, is so perfect that in the moment my body stretches to accommodate him I feel like I’m about to see stars. My eyelashes flutter and, I swear, constellations of pleasure go off behind my eyes like fireworks lit up by his touch. My nails drag over the skin of his back, marking him with long scratches. He growls in response and bites into my neck, closing his lips over my skin and sucking hard enough to leave behind a mark.

  “Oh fuck, Jacob! I love you too!” I cry out, the way he’s touching me pulling me under into an ocean of lust.

  Jake slides his hands under my body, wrapping his arms around my back and holding me close to him as he starts to fuck me. The warmth of him around me feels as good as his cock sliding inside me. Every time he sheaths himself completely inside me it sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body and I never want him to stop fucking me. He rocks his hips with each thrust, rubbing the head of his cock against the walls of my pussy. Jake closes his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking on it and flicking with his tongue. The intensity of pleasure moving through me makes me shiver. “Jacob,” I pant out, just having to say his name because I ache for him.

  My pussy throbs around his cock with every thrust. His body rubs against mine, stimulating my aching clit. Jake kisses me, and as I moan into his mouth he gradually fucks me faster. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him as close to me as I can. Every time he fills me completely with his cock, his body rubs against my clit. My hips rock against his with every thrust. My pussy starts to clench around him, the little throbs signaling my end.

  “I’m going to come!” I cry out with a yelp, the pleasure surging through me and making me gasp lungfuls of air.

  Jake’s mouth is on my neck, the feel of his lips on my skin bringing me closer yet. “Come for me again, baby,” he growls against my skin. The warmth of his breath sends shivers up my spine.

  The pleasure reverberates through my whole being, my blood heating and all my nerve endings firing off at once. “Oh God!” I yell, my toes curling up, ecstasy flowing through my whole body.

  Jake brings his cock to my mouth and without thinking about it I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his cock. Sliding my tongue up and down the shaft, I savor every drop of my pussy on his cock and taste him, pre-cum already leaking from the tip again, which I suck down right away.

  I bob my head up and down, keeping tight suction around his cock. I hear him groan and it makes me bob harder up and down. Jake starts to take charge, thrusting harder, and it makes my clit twitch at the shift in power. I want him to want this as much as I do, and I can taste the veins practically pop on his enormous cock.

  Jake’s cock starts to twitch again and he fucks my mouth, fast strokes inside of me like he would fuck my other holes. I love when he fucks me like an animal, like he’s using my body for his pleasure...because it turns me on just as much. Together, we rely on instinct and don’t think about anything, we just let our bodies show us what we need. I act on how I feel instantly, the way he’s thrusting his cock in my mouth, and I sink my fingers into my pussy and finger myself in time with his rhythmic pumping into my mouth. He pushes his cock all the way down into my throat and starts to come, filling my mouth until it drips down my chin. Tasting his cum in my mouth, I start to orgasm hard again, legs trembling as my own arousal runs down my thighs…I feel like I’m about to blackout just from the sheer ecstasy that’s rushing over me. The pleasure coursing through my body makes me shiver and shake, and it feels like I’m in a full-body orgasm state that won’t let me go.

  Jake pulls his cock out of my mouth while I’m still in this ongoing orgasmic state of bliss.

  He pulls me back down on his cock. He fucks me harder, faster. He thrusts into me with a raw power that feels more like he’s claiming me than he’s fucking me, and I love it. I am desperate for his every claiming touch, the fire inside me only stoked when
he rocks inside me more. I press my hips up to meet his, clamp my inner muscles around his cock, squeezing my whole body as I meet his every thrust. His cock in enormous, filling me up so deeply that my eyes roll back into my head. Low moans escape my throat in quick succession, my mouth going slack as the sounds start to seem to come from somewhere else. I’m almost having an out of body experience, yet I’m so completely part of my body now, like a mystical kind of ecstasy as he fucks me.

  I hear Jake groan, a low, growling sound that rises up from his body. I clasp my hands behind his neck and start to pull myself closer to him, because I know that he’s getting close to his own orgasm.

  The strokes shorten, and I know that he’s almost over the edge of pleasure now, too, and I want to take him there. I want him to come at least half as much as I have tonight; I want him to experience the ecstasy that he’s brought me now. This is the grand finale, after all the fucking we’ve done tonight…we’re both about to melt from all the orgasms we’re having, but we’re not quite done, yet. He’s building me up, and he’s pushing himself to the edge, too.

  His finger takes over my clit, and I cry out. The heat that he’s been stoking within me finally washes over me as the next orgasm finally releases and takes over my thoughts. I fall apart on the bed, coming utterly undone at the sensations that have all built through my body and are taking over, coursing through me. Jake’s hand presses against my clit, and it’s like my orgasm pushes him over the edge and sets off his own. We’re a chain reaction of desire, one firing the other off.

  Jake’s cock twitches inside me and his cock explodes into me, and with a deep groan, he falls forward, catching himself on his hands on either side of my body. He trembles as he empties himself inside me, filling me up with what must be another gallon of cum. The man comes more than any man I’ve ever known, and I love the feel of him heating me up inside. I gasp, my walls clenching around him, and I’m hyperaware of his cock jerking inside me. My body does what it’s created to do and milks him of every drop of his lust, spasming in rhythm with him, until, finally, the orgasm releases me and I’m more spent and more satisfied than I have ever been in my life.

  Jake collapses on top of me, breathing hard, and my heart hammers against his ribs. His chest rises and falls in time with mine and I remember, we dropped the ‘L’ bombs. We love each other. We just fucked so hard after we said ‘I love you’ to each other. A warmth spreads through my body and I think about just how much I do love him. And he loves me. I am so happy that my heart could hammer and beat right out of my chest right now.

  Jake looks up at me and smiles, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. He pulls his hips backward and slips out of me, already softening, and he kisses my forehead. When he lies next to me, I feel more blissful than I ever have in my life. I love this man. I love Jacob Kent, the Cunning Linguist, and the man with whom I am actually capable of having completely unrestrained sex with, even if I don’t have an audience. It turns out your own personal chorus of joy inside your head and more orgasms than there are days in a week can be just as satisfying.

  I get off the bed and walk to the bathroom to clean up. When I return to the bed, his arm wraps around me and I listen to his heartbeat as I fall asleep, realizing we’ve spent hours fucking. For so long that I’m not just tired from the sheer energy we expended but because we fucked the evening away. And I couldn’t be happier about it.

  Jake

  The next day in my office, I’m telling Layla about letting Toby guest host the first episode of ACL after the hiatus, and the look of relief on her face is almost amusing.

  “I hate to sound like some jealous girlfriend,” she says, her cheeks flushing. “But I was really going crazy thinking about you and Meghan Mitchell.”

  I shoot her a cocky grin. “Were you?” I like the way she kinda, sorta called herself my girlfriend in a roundabout way.

  “Yeah,” she admits, wrinkling her nose. “Not that I’m jealous or anything. Or even your girlfriend,” she adds hurriedly. “I hope you know I totally respect your job and that I’d never get in the way of it."

  It’s kind of cute the way she’s fumbling for words. “For the record, I love you, remember? So yeah, I’d definitely call you my girlfriend. And you’ve obviously come around and seen the light,” I tease. Just a while ago she told me about the report she submitted to her boss. She recommended that the FCC drop the push for fines and let the show run as planned. We don’t know yet how that will pan out, but I feel confident.

  Just as I’m about to tell her about the plans for the show I came up with last night, right before she distracted me with those crazy hot sexts, Toby comes striding into the room.

  I cock an eyebrow at him and huff out a laugh. “Dude, what’s crawled up your ass and died?”

  He throws a paper down on my desk. “Check this shit out.”

  Reaching for the paper, I glance at Layla, who looks just as baffled as I feel. Toby isn’t one to get all worked up so easily. He’s pretty cool and easygoing. But right now his face is bright red and I swear steam might start coming from his ears at any moment.

  “What is it?” I say, looking it over quickly. It looks like one of the millions of letters we receive from women wanting to be on the show. “Some applicant has pissed you off?”

  “I was looking through some of the old letters we had filed away and found this one. It’s from Lori.”

  “Lori?” Layla gasps. “My boss Lori?”

  “The very same,” Toby says through clenched teeth. “I thought her name sounded familiar when the lawyers mentioned it the other day. I couldn’t shake this feeling that I was missing something. All this bullshit with the FCC and the network heads and lawyers was so much more aggressive than I expected, so I did some research. Look,” he says, gesturing at the letter.

  I scan it more closely this time. Yeah, it’s from Lori all right. It talks about her divorce and how she’s spent so much of her life building her career that she never took time for herself. She was one of the many who could benefit from my show. Unfortunately, we just don’t have the capacity to host them all. We didn’t choose her, obviously.

  I look up from the letter and meet Layla’s eyes, handing it over to her. I can almost feel my blood boiling. My jaw ticks as I process what this means.

  “This is crossing a line,” I say to Toby, standing from my desk to pace my office. Every step I take only fuels my anger. This is big. Not just big. Fucking huge.

  “Tell me about it,” Toby rants, my anger only fueling his own. “She’s pissed off that we rejected her, so she comes after us? What the fuck?”

  “It’s about revenge,” I muse, stopping and narrowing my eyes as I think. “Lori’s using her position of authority to get back at us. Unacceptable. I’m going straight to legal right now. If they want to make this a public shit show, things are about to get really ugly. Let’s see how the public feels when they find out that not only are they being treated like children who need censorship, but the fucking agency that’s calling the shots has ulterior motives.”

  I start toward the office door, Toby right on my heels. In this moment, we’re more of a team than ever. Solidarity and all that. We’re going to go blast this bitch and make her regret ever trying to take us down.

  “Wait.”

  I stop with my hand on the door at the sound of Layla’s voice. She sounds concerned, but there’s something more in her tone. Sadness. It’s enough to give me pause, and I turn around to face her.

  “Don’t do this.”

  Layla

  It’s unbelievable. I never would've thought Lori would use her position to do something so underhanded. It’s not about censorship and protecting the people. Family values and all the rest of the holier-than-thou bullshit that she spouted off when she first gave me this assignment.

  I had no idea Lori ever wanted to be on A Cunning Linguist. It doesn’t seem to fit her at all. She was so insistent that the show is obscene. Unfit for the public. Yet she want
ed to be on it?

  I also can’t believe she didn’t tell me. She basically lied by omission, and I can’t help but be a little upset by that. Yeah, we have a boss/employee relationship, but I’ve always respected her, and I considered her my friend. Sure, things have been a bit tense since I started spending time with Jake. But we’re still friends.

  When I tell Jake, “Wait,” and he turns to me, he’s so angry.

  Not at me, but at Lori and the entire situation. And as much as I’m upset that she wasn’t honest with me, and that she put Jake’s show in real jeopardy, I think I know why she did it. She was embarrassed. I get that now.

  Talking to all those women yesterday really enlightened me even more. They were all embarrassed to an extent, but they believed in Jake’s message. I think she really wanted to see what Jake’s show could do for her, but once she was rejected, she became bitter and angry about it.

  I’m not defending her. Not at all. Because this could've ended very badly for Jake. But I think I have an idea.

  “Don’t do this,” I tell Jake, walking toward him. “You’re angry. I get it. But I think I have a solution.”

  His expression changes. “How?”

  “Yeah,” Toby chimes in. “Not really sure how this is fixable. Lori has an ulterior motive and I have no doubt she still wants to take us down.”

  “Lori needs to be the next guest on A Cunning Linguist.”

  Silence.

  One beat.

  Two.

  Three.

  I swear a solid thirty seconds passes before either of them says anything. And the looks they’re giving me make it clear that they’re worried about my sanity.

  “Just hear me out, okay?”

  They exchange weary looks, but nod, sitting down.

  “Why would we want to have someone on the show who just wants to make us look even worse?” Toby asks before I can say anything.